Just had an argument with 2 of them and the only thing they could scrape up on me was “you get no pussy nigga” lol, we’re all pushing 18 and about to walk the graduation stage and they’re still on about clinging to the same worn-out high-school whores who openly make fun of them in group chats. One dude’s been locked to the same girl since 8th grade—(she’s already sick of him telling her friends how she wants to leave but can’t because she’s attached to his family) and her whore friends are scouting replacements for her on the daily. Ten minutes after the other lame fuck texts the gc how he’s paranoid about his girl because she’s most likely been around and she’s not telling him (one time he almost found out the hard way and threw up.)
I should’ve insulted worse instead of letting it slide, told them their girls use them as emotional tampons while they fantasize about actual dick elsewhere, but I bit my tongue. Six years of shared history is a hell of a chain; if I cut them off I’m basically ghosting the only people who still bother to speak to me. Part of me wonders if I’m just autistic and missing the joke then I reread the logs: “Every time I remember (my name) breathes the same air as me I get angry.” That’s not banter, that’s genuine disgust. And yet I still keep crawling back like a neutered dog, storing every micro-insult in my gut until the pressure feels like shrapnel. I daydream about pulling up to their houses and committing some horrible act upon them and their family but then I remember I’m 5’7, anorexic, and have wrists that a 10 year old child can break
the entire situation is just a complete humiliation ritual for everyone involved: they flex body counts that probably never happened, I sit quiet cataloguing every contradiction, while seething in anger. I’d post screenshots of the dms but my accounts too grey
I should’ve insulted worse instead of letting it slide, told them their girls use them as emotional tampons while they fantasize about actual dick elsewhere, but I bit my tongue. Six years of shared history is a hell of a chain; if I cut them off I’m basically ghosting the only people who still bother to speak to me. Part of me wonders if I’m just autistic and missing the joke then I reread the logs: “Every time I remember (my name) breathes the same air as me I get angry.” That’s not banter, that’s genuine disgust. And yet I still keep crawling back like a neutered dog, storing every micro-insult in my gut until the pressure feels like shrapnel. I daydream about pulling up to their houses and committing some horrible act upon them and their family but then I remember I’m 5’7, anorexic, and have wrists that a 10 year old child can break
the entire situation is just a complete humiliation ritual for everyone involved: they flex body counts that probably never happened, I sit quiet cataloguing every contradiction, while seething in anger. I’d post screenshots of the dms but my accounts too grey
